I found myself in a desert the sun beat down relentlessly you see I was just one more fool living on the Devil’s life plan he comes and sizes you up watches with intensity not of care but hate he doesn’t take Long he has seen the same thing multiplied many times before he does a little razz and dazzle if you Could have seen my face you would know how appealing it was oh that’s right you got the same Treatment you see this desert is where he houses all of his captives it’s so wide and vast the thought is Who’s trapped but we are like the icy ice berg but with us it’s the conscious like the tip then the Subconscious is all that mass the true awe and power of being human I want to insert two pieces I wrote That deals with the subconscious I believe you will benefit from them just one more person’s thoughts On Such a grand subject Piercing the Inner Sanctum The trivial the less important will never even get a start into the bastion of peace and well being that is Sacred and defended to the last breath the one irresistible caller that is never barred and who is as a Master key is beauty to no avail can you post guards loveliness has no comparisons like spectacle in any And all forms it governs and rules all of our hearts once seen the invitation is never with drawn like the Vistas seen from a high mountain incomparable glory is touched sequestered in depths of appreciation Moments of grandeur with this spell compression is ultimate the thick richness slowly sinks beyond all Comprehension it will linger for a life time the blues are the high honor of dress befitting a person of Rare quality to have and squander cherished gifts the emptiness can never be measured but to make Contact with the sublime on a desert plane the one invaluable gift of solitude no pretense or frivolity To cause error or a missed chance to speak and hear wonders undeniable voice that is attended by rare Essences of tranquility that robes itself in splendor it beckons in pure language simplicity that astounds Bewilderment of the highest order lodges in your soul the hush of holy beings are noticed if only by the Assured peace that builds a walled fortress nothing can assail these attainments visited and began By The unutterable beauty that moves with conscious and deliberate design to bestow upon you The Perfection that once ruled in Eden
Now deeper the mind seeks to find the way where all rules are absent
Bedazzled Dreamer Put the long boat in the deep waters of the mind the calm peaceful knowing all is glowing we glide not Knowing where were going the subconscious will be our guide dividing the two worlds the quiet Submersible is wild anything may be floating in these depths we have left shore far behind truly We have entered unchartered waters there is no fixable Bering a lustiness takes over there is no helm Just a pervading looseness not unsettling but truly uncharacteristic for the coconscious must always Have a grip a grasp of what is where it is and every detail must be quantified now all senses are blown A storm is brewing its far reaches unknown but there is softness that excludes fear the overriding Thought is possibilities can be forged maximized eternalized thoughts are ghost like unknown entities They were formally known but now remain a mystery dislodged from thought bases that are not solid All is free association tantalizing in one sense then disconcerting in another what do I do with my mind Surly it has jumped off the track I could be bewildered if I could get a hold on the situation free flowing Unspoken but still distinctively saying volumes where is the slow button reams voluminous thoughts Are spewing into nothingness being lost I can’t keep up the discernible is mixed with eons and theorems Time and space is void of meaning the world here is elastic mass it convulses at will no parameters exist The only thing constant is high velocity change being in one place is impossible all is jumbled who stirred This caldron in my mind voice and pure thought are the same think it know it what burdensome lives we Live when it is all a tattered sail on rough seas we behold nothing know nothing in the extreme Romanticism blurts out sail for Trafalgar we are strangers in a plush gifted void try as we will there is No simple answers but we are a simple people truly the only time were are fit is when we are Sound Asleep well then sleep on and I will do the same dreaming is therapeutic just think how Crazy we would be without it
So with that small insight this is more truth I signed my life away to the devil and here is the fun Part it’s like your hardly comfortable on a computer your on this small frame here he is on a Worldwide super computer and he is a **** like no other you are slowly crawling along he is Miles Ahead of you try to strike order in life this answer comes back it has been high jacked its Not even your thoughts any more it’s completely contrary to all that is decent and ideal but it Comes as a fog it creates a state of disinformation this is how we find we are bound in half truths In this state how far from love how desperate is our circumstances what caused and allowed Us to be left to the dry treacherous land of being forgotten misplaced without remedy to know the dark Embrace of loneliness we are a people of language it finds us it speaks health to our inward being it is The gentle soothing the spell that alone provides the structure the melodious times hear the flow of Refreshing water from hidden springs they bend at just the right place they find us where dark Broodings Are pulling us into compromise and ruin we feel and taste the surety of joy the call of Assuredness is known in these depths this internal dismay of mazes infernal are their crushing blows Does it wash away the meaningful is the face of grace seen to be drowning in walled in terrain to high to Climb to understanding that enlightening that is our very humanness our ability to connect to share Never forgetting who and where we came from the integral foundation that builds us as a people was This first dislodging the first steps of chaos the hardness that drives and separates to quickly we are Adrift and at the stern is ego without measure and the seeds of discontent are what we are sowing not The creative roots of harmony and good will burned black by the desert sun all descriptors fail to show The unique the part that truly was wondrously made no one is looking they are only into the new Exciting theses very words are the quiet assault that is aimed at them they need restored but they never Will agree then a nanny kills two little ones in her charge stabs them to death with this insane step into Yet deeper subterranean darkness the roots of life are growing but they are poisoned throughout it Reflects on the service the body is racked twisted as a gnarled old tree that can look picture perfect in Nature but terrible in human life in this state of waste and need of restoration I could hardly see who Cares at that point the view is most disgusting and in this condition all hope lost the final boat has sailed With it the last of human dignity goes under the deep black waves when this thought was strongest the Sea was not my reality only the lifeless desert it was all there was but all of a sudden was it mind tricks a Mirage I was seeing this beautiful bough filled with blossoms and from there it continued to grow and Spread out before me all green grasses a profusion of glorious colored flowers of all kinds it started to Break through the deadness of my mind a time long forgotten slowly started to emerge I couldn’t see Anyone but I knew that a visitor had joined me tears started like a dam had broken somewhere deep With in all I knew I was truly loved I had worth and value I could feel it being added anew where I was An eye sore just moments before now I was a princely person I had this intense sense of whoever it was Who joined me had known extreme suffering He got me on every level and he was repairing and Restoring those long festering wounds they just seem to fall off and the greatest peace started to emit From my inner being there was just a sense of well being that was mountainous and truly rivers of joy Started to flow out and away my friends step into these words they come from the great restorer your the gift that the thief stole and now you have been reclaimed